Let's go find a place to hide Get your suitcase I'll crawl inside To see oh what could happen What might happen when we get close
We'll take the highway till it dead ends Spend all our money on motel beds No house that we can call a home A place where we could be alone
The season's ripe for a getaway The leaves are bright and the wind it is whistling Come out come out and play
No reservations no checking in Nobody asking us where we've been Give me a chance to run back home I think we both already know